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Chapter 11.

John felt his palms get sweaty as he and his canine friend waited for the door to open. The more they waited, the more John became anxious. In all honesty, he wanted to run with his tail between his legs (metaphorically speaking, of course). Linkin didn't notice though, the Doberman had his paws behind his back, a large grin plastered on his muzzle. He seemed really excited. John would've chuckled if he wasn't so damn nervous.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the gears of the door click. He didn't know why, but he braced himself, taking in a slow, deep breath before letting it out slowly. The door opened and a tall, stocky Doberman stepped out, smiling as his eyes met his son's. John did a quick scan of the canine, and honestly, was a little surprised.

Micah was nothing like John had imagined him. Unlike his son, Micah had the standard light brown and black fur pattern, although he did have Linkin's stunning blue eyes, which contained years of both experience and memories, belonged to a nice, rugged face. His features were almost rough, with a little bit of thick facial fur on his chin. When Linkin had told him his Dad was the chief of police, he expected him to have more of a... stereotypical look? Micah had on a simple white tee with a nice pair of cargo shorts. From the way his abbs stood out, he could tell right away that his friend's father stayed in shape. Like usual, his police belt was strapped around his shorts, his golden badge shining proudly in the afternoon sun. But what stole his attention, was the bold letters on his shirt. Starting on his abbs, it said "It ain't gonna suck itself" along with that was a small arrow, pointing towards the canine's groin.

John almost busted out laughing. Hey, it was too damn funny.

Micah clapped a heavy, yet gentle paw on his son's shoulder. "Hey bud, been waiting for you." His voice was deep and gruff, but carried a hint of kindness into it. One that said he was in charge, but also said he's there when you needed a friend.

Linkin smiled, grabbing his dad's paw and pulling him in for a gentle embrace. Even though the hug lasted only for about two seconds, it seemed like an eternity for John. He was somewhat fascinated, and stared as the father and son held each other. You could tell the type of bond the two carried was unique and special. He hadn't seen it with Michael or Marcus yet because the two spent so much time away from each other. These two canines displayed the exact kind of trust and love between family, that John could only imagine of in his dreams.

Linkin let go of his dad, who stepped back inside, gesturing his paw for the two to come in.

Linkin strolled right in, with John following suit. When he passed bye Micah, he didn't feel the nervous vibe he'd expected to feel. He felt almost a warm, homey vibe that the older canine emanated. He didn't feel like he was intruding, he felt completely welcome.

John eased up the tension in his body. He followed Linkin down a long, dimly lit hallway which led to a beautiful den. Judging from the matching sofas and tables, along with a nice flat screen, the Monroe family was well off. It was spacious, comfy, and it made John feel at home.

Linkin took a seat at the nearest sofa, John plopping down right next to him. Micah strolled in, stretching before directing his attention to the human. "So, you're John, eh?"

John nodded, sitting up straight a little. "Yes sir."

Micah chuckled, sitting up to lean forward. "Relax son, no need act like you're in boot camp. Just call me Micah."

John smiled. He loved how all the adults he's come in contact with have been so kind to him. His luck was starting to change.

The older canine rested his head on his paws. "I understand that you've recently ran into trouble."

Anxiety jump started the human and he sat forward about to say something, but Micah held up his paw, "It's alright, John. It's taken care of. With a little help back at the station, I managed to clean everything up."

Linkin sat forward. "Help?"

At that moment, another figure stepped into the den from the far right entrance. "Yes, Link. I believe that's my cue to introduce myself to our new friend here."

John, along with Linkin, looked where the voice came from. Surprisingly, it was yet another Doberman. This one looked far more professional than the other two canines. The way he stood, the way his eyes gleamed, and the English accent he carried somewhat added to the image. His face was smooth and intimidating, almost scary, yet incredibly handsome. He also like he had a plan within a plan... someone who was ready to strike with a kill shot.

Linkin shot up, walking up to the other male and pulling him into a tight, warm hug, smiling. "Archer! I should've seen this coming... who else would help my old man in a tight situation?"

Micah perked his ears, looking slightly offended. "Who you callin' old, boy?"

Archer just chuckled, hugging Linkin with just as much enthusiasm. His laugh sounded hearty and friendly, one that told John that this man was a very close friend.

He broke the embrace, holding Linkin by his shoulders. "You know I'll always have your father's back, I'm his second hand man, and I always will be." He directed his attention towards John, who stood to greet the friendly canine.

John held out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

Archer eagerly reached out and shook John's hand, grinning slightly. "Detective Archer, Mr Trevino...And the pleasure is all mine."

Micah spoke up. "Archer is one the city's finest detectives. He's been with me since the beginning, ever since the police academy. I got lucky when I was moved up to chief, I thought for sure Archer was destined to be the next one."

Archer chuckled in response. "I never wanted chief, far too much stress."

Micah rubbed the back of his head. "You could say that again," he muttered.

Linkin placed a paw on John's shoulder. "Let me show you my room?" he suggested.

Micah made a gesture with his paw. "Go on you two, Archer and I are just going to make sure everything was cleaned up." He turned towards Archer, "Did you make sure the media didn't put their noses in?"

Archer nodded, "Pesky little bastards, they are. But yes, they know nothing of the incident."

That was the last thing John heard before Linkin dragged him into a hallway. He couldn't help but feel relieved that nobody was going to know what had happened. The last thing he needed was every fur in Seattle knowing that there was a human right under their noses.

They proceeded down the hallway, Linkin holding John by his arm. He stole a couple of glances at the items hung on the hallway walls. Most were pictures. He saw a couple with Micah; sitting at his desk at the station, fishing, relaxing outside. There was also a fair number with his canine friend as well; one with his ROTC uniform. Another where he was sitting at the kitchen table, a white cake with sixteen candles set on top.

But one picture plucked his heart strings. Linkin was a pup, around five years old. He was sitting atop Micah's shoulders, his arms up in the sky and grinning. Micah was smiling, holding his pup up with his strong paws and his eyes looking up towards his son. It was sunny, and the trees were a beautiful shade of green...A perfect day of summer. John couldn't help but feel a little saddened, almost as if he was just realizing what he'd missed in his life.

They approached a set of stairs, Linkin letting go of John's arm as he ascended towards the second floor of the house, John following suit, walking up the steps. Linkin's back facing him, he noticed something odd. Something was moving on the back of Linkin's pants. John focused a little more and realized what it was. Moving back and forth, was a small stub of a tail. John chuckled under his breath, Linkin was very happy at the moment. He almost always forgot that furries, despite having a human-like stature, still have their feral relative's animal characteristics.

The stairs led up to a door with a red, spray painted paw print placed in the middle of it. Linkin, still wagging his stub, grabbed the bronze door knob and twisted it, opening the door.

The room was about the same size as the one John had back at home, except this one had far much more character. Posters were put up on the ceiling, most containing groups of furs with instruments, so they must've been bands. There was a bright red lava lamp on the dresser, which was next to a beautiful king sized bed with black satin sheets and comforters, mahogany coloured pillows resting against the ebony head board. To the far right of the room, was a black leather couch. In front of it on a black stand was a small twenty-five inch flat screen, a game console resting at its feet with a couple of games stacked on each other. There was a large, open space in the middle of the roo with a red ring. John raised an eyebrow. "What's that?" he queried.

As an answer, he received a sudden tackle from the back, 205 pounds of fur and muscle pinning him to the floor. Linkin had John's arms pushed above his body, holding his wrists with a wicked grin on his muzzle. His cold, dark, wet nose was touching John's; He snickered. "Have you found out yet?"

John just smiled coyly, flicking and twisting his wrists to break the Doberman's hold. He reached around and gripped his back, quickly flipping the dog over. Expertly, he gripped Linkin's arms and crossed them over his body, straddling his waist. He leaned down to touch noses with him, chuckling. "Yeah, I've got a good idea."

Linkin just laughed, his sky blue eyes lighting up with joy, "Alright, alright. Stand down, Soldier."

John leaned back, releasing his grip and standing. He held out a hand to his friend, a warm smile on his face. Linkin grasped it with a strong grip, pulling himself up. He sat on his bed, patting the spot next to him for John to sit and he happily obliged.

John looked at Linkin, noticing that he was still actually smiling. He felt so welcomed and happy here, the only other time he's actually ever felt this way was with...

... Marcus...

John's bright green eyes turned a little glassy, losing himself for a second. His smile went soft, and he almost forgot that Linkin was in front of him.

"You miss him, don't you?"

His eyes shot up, looking straight at the Canine. "W-what?" he stuttered.

Linkin just kept his smile. "You miss your mutt, John... I can see it."

John just looked down, sighing. He didn't fully understand, but Linkin was right. He'd never felt this feeling before. It had only been about two hours, but damn it... his heart was longing to see that wolf again. It scared him a bit, honestly. But he could almost feel his soft, dark fur on his skin. His strong arms holding him in a powerful, loving hug... and his eyes...

... His amazing, beautiful eyes...

Linkin placed a paw on his shoulder, squeezing it softly. "It's been awhile already, John. You wanna go back home? I can drive take you back."

John just smiled sheepishly, embarrassed how easily Linkin read him. He nodded, "Yeah... I miss my family. But no thank you about the ride, I think I want to walk home."

Linkin flicked his ears, tilting his head a bit. "You sure, bud? I don't think you should..."

John just nodded. "I need some time to think alone. Besides, it's not that far, I'll be fine." He stood, bringing up his friend and pulling him into a warm hug. "Thank you, Linkin. I'm glad to have you in my life."

Linkin just squeezed him, rubbing his back. "The pleasure is all mine John. I'll always be here for you, for anything. I promise."

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"So I guess I'll see you soon, if not, on Monday for sure?"

The two were on the steps of the Monroe residence, the evening sun painting the sky a dark orange, a steady breeze brushing the lush, well grown grass in front of the house.

John nodded. "You bet, Link." He turned to view the dimly lit suburbs, smiling as he looked back at the Canine. "Thanks for inviting me over, I had fun."

Linkin chuckled, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. "Let's do it again soon. I enjoyed it a lot, John."

"I did too, and I promise I'll come over often."

With their final farewells, John turned and began to head down the walkway, heading for the streets. Linkin kept his eyes on him, a little reluctant that his friend had to leave. He focused on John until he'd disappeared out of sight. His smile gone soft, he turned and headed inside, shutting the door and heading up to his room. His dad was busy with Archer, he overheard something about small robberies throughout the city. As usual, his dad was busy with work, even on his day off. Linkin shut the door to his room, sighing as he felt a lonely pit in his heart. He looked out the window, already longing for his new friend...

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Holy shit, that took fucking forever to write! Anyways, sorry about the long wait guys, life got busy and I had so much shit to do. I also apologize if this one seems a little short, but it's the best I could do right now. Besides, the next chapter will be... interesting ;)

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